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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 AZ to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.