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 Philippines 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.