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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.