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 Algeria and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.