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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.