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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.