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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.