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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.