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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.