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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.