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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Scion,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Index,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.