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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.