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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.