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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.