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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.