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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Franke,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.