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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.