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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.