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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.