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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.