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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Wire,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.