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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Dark Day 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.