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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.