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 Eritrea 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.