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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.