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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.