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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.