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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.