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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.