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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.