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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.