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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.