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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
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.