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 China and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.