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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.