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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.