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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.