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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.