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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.