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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.