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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.