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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.