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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
The Cure,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.