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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.