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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.