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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.