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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.