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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.