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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.