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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
MDC,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.