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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.