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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.