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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.