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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.