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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.