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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.