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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.