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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.