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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.