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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.