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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.