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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.