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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.