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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.