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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.