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 Tonga and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.