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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Index,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Technova,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.