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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.