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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.