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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.