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 Mali and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.