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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
X-102,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.