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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Television,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.