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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.