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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.