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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.