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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Can,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.