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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.