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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
UT,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.