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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.