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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.