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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.