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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.