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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.