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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Make Up,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.