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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.