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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.