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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.