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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.