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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.