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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.