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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
The Gories,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.