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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.