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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
UT,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.