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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.