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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.