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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Can,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.