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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Monks,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.