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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Skaos,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.