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 Belize and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.