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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.