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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
The Names,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.