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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.