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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.