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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
X-102,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.