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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.