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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.