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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
ABC,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.