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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.