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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.