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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dawn Penn 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.