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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.