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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.