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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.