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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.