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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.