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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.