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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.