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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.