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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Wings,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.