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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.