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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.