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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.