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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.