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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
AZ,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.