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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Smiths to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.