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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Audionom,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.