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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Visage to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.