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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
The Index,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.