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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.