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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.