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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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?
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.