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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.