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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Technova,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.