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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.