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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.