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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.