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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.