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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
a-ha,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.