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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.