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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Japan,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.