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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.