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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Crime to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.