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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.