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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Pole,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.