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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.