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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.