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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.