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 Benin 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.