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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
UT,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.