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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.