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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.