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 France and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.