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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.