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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.