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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.