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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.