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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.