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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.