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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Seeds 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.