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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.