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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.