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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.