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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.