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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
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 Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Nico,
X-102,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.