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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.