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 Iraq and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Tomorrow 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
X-101,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
MC5,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.