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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.