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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.