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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.