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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.