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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.