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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.