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 Malaysia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.