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 Peru 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.