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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.