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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.