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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.