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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.