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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.