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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Q65,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.