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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Rekid,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
the Germs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.