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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Television,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.