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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Shoche,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.