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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Model 500 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.