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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.