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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.