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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Rakim,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.