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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.