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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.