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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.