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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.