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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
UT,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.