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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.