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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.