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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
John Holt,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Visage,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.