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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Ituana,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.