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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.