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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.