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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.