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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Franke,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.