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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.