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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.