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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.