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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.