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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.