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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.