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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
X-102,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.