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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
New Order,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.