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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.