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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.