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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.