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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.