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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.