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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.