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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.