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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.