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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Neu!,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.