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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
JFA,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Q65,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.