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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.