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 India and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.