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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Japan,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.