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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.