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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
PIL,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.