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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
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.