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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four 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 grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.