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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.