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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.