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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 JFA to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.