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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.