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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.