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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.