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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.