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 Belarus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.