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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.