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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.