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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.