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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Evens to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.