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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.