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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.