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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.