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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.