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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Monks to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Visage,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.