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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.