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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.