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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.