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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.