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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.