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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.