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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
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.