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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.