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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.