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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.