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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.