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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.