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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.