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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.