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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.