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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Faust,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.