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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
The Doors,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.