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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
CMW,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.