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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.