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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.