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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.