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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.