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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.