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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.