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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
the Association,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.