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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.