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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Collins. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.