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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.