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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.