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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.