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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.