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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.