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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.