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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Q65 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
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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.