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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.