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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.