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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.