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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.