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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Index,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.