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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.