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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.