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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.