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 Micronesia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.