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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.