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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.