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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.