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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.