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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.