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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.