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 Hungary 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Ludus,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.