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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.