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 Brazil 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
MDC,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.