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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.