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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.