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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.