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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Can,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.