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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.