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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.