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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Move,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.