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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Q65,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.