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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.