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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.