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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.