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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.