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 Ukraine 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.