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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.