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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
The Index,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.