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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
UT,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.