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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.