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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.