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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.