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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.