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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.