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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.