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 St Lucia and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
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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.