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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.