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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.