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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.