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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Nas,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.