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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.