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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.