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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.