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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.