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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.