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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.