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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.