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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.