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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.