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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.