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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.