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 Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.