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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.