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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Pole,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.