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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cameo to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.