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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.