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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 Scientists 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.