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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.