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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.