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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.