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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
CMW,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.