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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.