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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
X-101,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.