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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
The Busters,
10cc,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.