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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.