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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.