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 Iceland and from London.
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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.