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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 cv313 to the rap 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Darondo,
The Doors,
MC5,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.