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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
UT,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.