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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Shoche,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.