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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.