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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Slave,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.