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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Human League,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.