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 Nauru and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.