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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.