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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
New Order,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.