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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.