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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.