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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.