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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.