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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.