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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Real Kids,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.