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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Move,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.