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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Gong,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.