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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.