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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.