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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.