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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.