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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.