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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Model 500,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.