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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
David McCallum,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.