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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.