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 Guinea 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Japan,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.