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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.