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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.