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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
MC5,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.