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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.