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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.