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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.