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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Wake,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.