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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.