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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Television,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.