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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Lalann,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.