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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.