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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.