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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.