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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.