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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.