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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Skriet,
Pagans,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.