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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.