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 Kosovo 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.