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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.