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 Malta and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Morten Harket 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.