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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.