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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.