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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.