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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.