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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.