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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Kayak,
JFA,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.