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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.