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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.