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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.