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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.