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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
ABBA,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.