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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.