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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
MC5,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.