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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.