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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.