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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.