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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.