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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.