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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
JFA,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.