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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Index,
Smog,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.