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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.