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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Index,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.