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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.