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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.