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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.