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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Television,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.