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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.