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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.