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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.