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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.