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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.