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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.