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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Scion,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.