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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.