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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.