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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.