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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Visage,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.