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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.