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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.