Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.