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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.