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 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.