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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.