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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.