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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.