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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.