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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.