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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.