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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
The Motions,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.