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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.