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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.