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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.