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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
CMW,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.