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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.