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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Lyres,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.