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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Ronan,
Yaz,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.