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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.