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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.