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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.