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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.