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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.