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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.