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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.