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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.