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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.