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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
MDC,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.