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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.