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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.