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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.