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 Bolivia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Quadrant,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.