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 Israel 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Wings,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.