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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.