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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.