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 Russia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Yaz,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.