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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.