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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Duran Duran 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Television,
Nico,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.