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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.