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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.