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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.