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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.