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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.