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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.