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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.