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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.