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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.