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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.