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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.