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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Technova,
The Names,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.