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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.