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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Franke,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
X-102,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.