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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.