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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.