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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.