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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.