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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Accadde A 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.