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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.