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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.