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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.