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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.