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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.