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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Index,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.