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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.