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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Wings,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.