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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.