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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.