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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.