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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.