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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.