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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.