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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.