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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.