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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
the Human League,
AZ,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.