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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.