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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Magazine to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.