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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Index to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.