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 Madagascar 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Index,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.