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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Television,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.